One warm and lazy Sunday in June, my wife (Julia) and I (Henrik) packed our books and sun lotion, bought a couple of ciders and hopped on our bicycles to ride to Pihlajasaari beach. Pihlajasaari is a cute little island near Helsinki and is the best option for sunbathing if one doesn't want to leave the capital region. Fortunately, or unfortunately, we have...
Chapter Forty-Six They say that the older one gets, the faster time seems to pass. They also say that when you have children, time simply flies past so as parents in our fifties, you can imagine how time seemed to rocket by for Pete and me. Before we knew it, January had ended, February was upon us and Leanne was three months old. Still small for her age,...
My life changed completely the day my father died. Of course, that would be traumatic for any 18-year old girl; but in my case it meant I went from being a first year student at university, to being Queen Victoria the Second, by the Grace of God, of the United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland and the British Commonwealth of Nations! The first I...
I'm writing a series of accounts about my life in England; mainly true accounts, with just a little embellishing here and there. They're about my sex life to be precise, but then what other type of life is written about on Lit? A biography I suppose, but a short one and an unfinished one. Is it arrogant for a, nearly, twenty one year old to write a bio? Pr...
The first of these reports took place a while ago after a night out on the town. Please bear with me as I explain some background -I was drinking with an old school friend George and his mate Tom, someone I only met for the first time that night. My chum was lucky enough to score a young lady that evening, and asked me about 2am if it was ok if I stayed with...
The Conclusion - In which the postie helps out with a fantasy. Jen lay there panting, flopped upon me. Her body slick with sweat, her head lolling on my shoulder, and her limbs splayed akimbo. All she could do was utter small gasps as the aftershocks of her orgasm ricocheted around her body. I looked down at Susan and we grinned at each other with the mutua...
I went to a charity benefit at a local club put on by some tired, old celebrities. The show was tacky, with extra glitter and lots of 'air kisses'. I was with my flatmate Karen, and afterwards we went across the road to a nightclub. I hadn't been there for years and it was still the same. After an hour talking, we were both kind of lost and a little bored. I...
The box was small and black, with a shiny red button in the exact middle. The parcel had arrived on the doorstep of a flat in London earlier that morning, but the occupants had only just decided to open it up. It had arrived in an unmarked cardboard box, wrapped in pure-black wrapping paper that felt like velvet against the skin. At first, Teegan had wanted...
I blame Cassandra. Whether it will be good blame or bad blame in the end, it's too early to know. We had a nice set up; three girls in a share flat for the Uni term. It was relaxed, we got on well and after our evening showers we could uninhibitably run around in our undies or PJ's. Then mid-term she had to suspend her studies and go home, so we needed a n...
Kirsty Dickens threw her oversized purse on her bed. Little Miss curled about her leg begging and pleading for her attention, but that was the last thing she wanted after another ninety-minute work-out session at the local gym. She was too tired to deal with a needy pussy, even her own. The creature was a reminder of her destiny as that crazy cat woman in th...